the spring."

Heigh ho, how the years go! sighed the old gentleman rabbit and, taking out his gold watch and chain, he suddenly exclaimed: "Goodness gracious meebus! It's almost time for the wedding!"

Quickly putting on his old wedding stovepipe hat, he hopped out of his little house. You see, his dear bunny niece, pretty Lady Love, had decided to get married and settle down in the Old Bramble Patch. Perhaps that's why Uncle Lucky sang the song about the pretty rabbit queen.

And now I'll tell you about the wedding. All the Shady Forest folk were there, of course, and so were the Sunny Meadow people.

Old Mrs. Bunny had put her house in apple-pie order, and after the wedding in the Shady Forest, and Parson Owl had given Lady Love, the pretty little lady bunny, to Mr. Rabbit to care for all the rest of his life, everybody started back to the Old Bramble Patch. Goodness me, it was a long procession! Squirrel Nutcracker, the Big Brown Bear, Granddaddy Bullfrog, Grandmother Magpie, Busy Beaver, Sammy Skunk, the Old Brown Horse, Mrs. Grouse, Chippy Chipmunk, the Stage Coach Dog, the Old Red Rooster, the Yellow Dog Tramp, the Policeman Dog, Old Barney Owl, the Circus Elephant, the sure-footed little Mountain Goat, and all the Barnyard Folk. Everybody was anxious to see the little house that dear Uncle Lucky had built for Lady Love.

Well, when they all reached the Old Bramble Patch, there stood dear Uncle Lucky on the front porch, his old wedding stovepipe hat in his front paw and his big diamond horseshoe pin in his pink cravat. Yes, sir, there he stood, bowing and smiling just as if it were his own wedding day and not somebody else's, as Mr. Rabbit and Lady Love hopped up the path and into the house to stand under a big horseshoe wreath of clover and shake hands with all their friends.

Just as everybody had finished looking at the wedding presents, and dear Uncle Lucky was saying, "Bless you, my children!" Danny Fox peeped into the window and shouted: "Don't be frightened! Here's a diamond necklace for Lady Love." Then away he ran, knowing that nobody wanted him around; for he is a dreadful robber, you know, and robbers aren't invited to a wedding. They come later to your little Harlem Flat to steal your high top hat.At last, when the lollypop juice was all gone, and the grasshopper orchestra tired of playing, somebody called on Uncle Lucky for a song. 

“My dear old wedding hat I’ve worn for forty years. 
I've smiled and laughed 

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